European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... that I have pulled it out?” “T…Thank…you mistress,” Olivia sobbed. Greta chuckled and placed the device back in its cabinet. Then she dressed herself as meticulously as she had undressed, pulled the chair back to the desk and sat down, totally ignoring the mewling girl in the centre of the room. After some minutes there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” Greta said, rather less excited than previously, merely pointing Mehmet to Olivia lying on the carpet. Flashing her a brief look of unseen contempt, he nonetheless carefully picked Olivia up, holding her in outstretched arms. As he was about to leave, Greta stopped him. “Mehmet,” Greta was now looking at her computer, “bring her here, please.” Coming to the desk, the Turk lowered her to eye level with the sitting Greta. “Look at me, bitch,” Greta said, glancing up from her screen as Olivia slowly turned her head to meet her gaze, “you have pleased me. And you will please me again. One way you will please me is to please those I lend you to. You will do everything you are told, do you understand?” “Yes,” Olivia limply nodded, “mistress.” Dismissing them with a nod, Greta returned to her screen. Using his feet to widen the open door, Mehmet strode off. He didn’t know what had happened in that room but he did know a small trickle of blood was leaking from Olivia’s pussy. Speeding up, he couldn’t hide his fury as he thought about what could have happened, his mind swirling in rage and loyalty and his enjoyment of this job. So ...

... confusing. But his troubles did not compare to those of the girl he was now almost cradling. After Mehmet left, Greta dialled a number and waited for answer. “Hello there. She will be down in an hour. Oh, and she has a little surprise for you…” ----------------------------------------------- Following the woman down a labyrinth of corridors was not easy. With two dildos in her holes, walking was difficult but Melissa still gamely struggled to keep up. Her blonde hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead since she had gone over 24 hours without her normal shower. But this was about as far from normal as it could get, her old life so distant it seemed only a dream. “Quickly,” came the command from far in front and Melissa half-ran just to catch up, the thought of disobeying not even occurring to her. Her heavy tracksuit weighed her down and unable to walk properly, she had to swing her legs from side to side in a strangely comical waddle. Then, much to her relief, the woman stopped at a door seemingly no different to those they’d passed. The occasional sound of screaming coming through those had chilled Melissa to the core. When the panting blonde caught up, the woman showed no tiredness at all. Pressing a seemingly innocuous stone, there was a click, a whir and the heavy wooden door opened to reveal a plain stone room. “In.” Melissa walked to the middle and waited for further orders. There was little to see: a hose in the corner; a toilet with a plughole next to it; no furniture; a ...